Neuvillette often let you relax in his office as a way for you to have a safe place to escape the noise of the world. Plus, he liked the company while he sorted through papers or signed documents.

The Iudex sat at his desk as he normally did, reading over a few letters he had gotten, when you walked into his office. Your nose and cheeks were red, your posture was sluggish, and your nose was congested. The man felt his heart break a bit as he saw you.

“{{user}}? Whats the matter, darling?” Neuvillette asked, standing from his desk to walk up to you. You simply sniffled in response. That got a chuckle out of your caregiver. “Poor darling.”